Page 37 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“You setting up rules now?”

“If I am, here’s another one. How about we don’t talk about anyone else at all?”

“Well, if I do my job,” Devon unleashed his cock, pushing his jeans over his hips and wriggling my prize around. “You won’t be thinking, fullstop.”

“Well, what’s stopping you?” By this time, I was ready for Devon’s final challenge. Using my feet to push his jeans down to the floor while ripping his shirt over his head. Exposing the tanned and muscular torso he so proudly displayed.

Devon was a magnificent beast of a man. Failed in his attempts to join the army because of a small heart murmur, not because of his body or brains. I had to be the luckiest girl in the world.

Chase.

No, I couldn’t think of Chase and last night. I couldn’t disrespect Chase, or Devon.

I didn’t wait for Devon, wriggling out of my dress, leaving only my white satin bra and bikini briefs. Knowing the white showed off my perfect tan. The result of hours of work in the beer garden or down on the beach.

My panties were already soaking, my reward for Devon’s earlier work. Wearing a satisfied glow, I leaned back on my elbows against his pillows.

“Well?”

You know that eternity before your first kiss? When eyes meet, lips part and the world stops? It wasn’t our first kiss. Not even our first kiss tonight. But it was the first kiss before the first time we made love.

Devon tossed fistfuls of potpourri onto my stomach, taking all the time in the world to blow the petals away with playful kisses. Tickling me with kisses until one stray petal landed on my bra cup. White offsetting the deep purple.

“I think it’s time I enjoyed all of you.” With the flick of his wrist, Devon unclasped my bra, two cups exploding open. What seemed like mountains of potpourri floated across the room as he bounced the bed until landing on top of me, again. Driving my legs apart and threatening each breast and nipple with unequal time.

“Fuck, Sydney. You are a warm bath I want to drown in.”

He drove his body into mine. I didn’t care if I came again, only wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’d already given me. But my body wanted to prove, yet again, it no longer belonged to me.

“I can’t hold on any longer,” he grimaced, the mattress groaning under his thrusts.

“Why would you want to.” I held on for dear life. Willing my body to subside. Only it couldn’t. It didn’t.

We came together.

My third and his first.

And then, master alpha rockstar that he was, Devon collapsed into my arms. Spent to my satisfied.

“I can’t believe—” I panted.

“What?” Devon seemed no better at forming sentences.

“We just did—”

“Yep.”

“Um,” I reached for my phone. The stopwatch showing fifty-eight minutes. We could have stopped it after less than five. “After the first time we should have probably stopped the clock.”

“Yeah, well next time how about we bring a gag,” Devon joked.

“What for?” I thought he was talking about a fantasy involving me being tied up to his bed, the pool table, or the bus.

“Because, my darling girl, we don’t need your man hear you calling out my name, because I sure as fuck hate hearing you call out his.”

Damn.

Fuck.

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